Mass Graves Have Been Uncovered In Gaza.

screenshots of despair

ceasefire today, accountability from tomorrow until the end of time. all my love to the steadfast people and martyrs of gaza

never been about me

trick or treat!

feeling like writing smt silly ab a spaceship powered by dance with a crew.... and i'll involve disco and cowboys and laser guns somehow.....

i don't think people really understand what's happening in gaza. with each passing day that sees more and more palestinians dead, it's becoming easier and easier for those in the west to perceive them as nothing more than a statistic. they might engage w the occasional palestine post, sure, but it's just as easy to scroll right past that moments later w no real outrage for the genocide retained.

it's vital to stay reminded that palestinians who are with us today won't be with us tomorrow. it's happening every second of every minute of every hour, and it's relentless. somewhere in gaza a little girl is losing her mother, a little boy is watching his siblings bleed to death, elderly people are infirm with starvation and illness, palestinian women and girls are being sexually assaulted and kept in cages, fathers are leaving tents to find food for their families and not coming back. this is all happening right now, and it's a direct result of the west's complacency. it's a direct result of their not seeing arabs as people worth saving.

it might be hard to compute as a westerner, but this is real. don't let your privilege blind you to your humanity.

no i don't want to use your ai assistant. no i don't want your ai search results. no i don't want your ai summary of reviews. no i don't want your ai feature in my social media search bar (???). no i don't want ai to do my work for me in adobe. no i don't want ai to write my paper. no i don't want ai to make my art. no i don't want ai to edit my pictures. no i don't want ai to learn my shopping habits. no i don't want ai to analyze my data. i don't want it i don't want it i don't want it i don't fucking want it i am going to go feral and eat my own teeth stop itttt

Reiner's love language is touch. Even when you guys are fucking fighting over something stupid for days, he still can't sleep without you cuddling up next to him. "C'mon, girl." He huffs, hands gripping the supple flesh of your thighs and pulling slightly. "Put your leg on my leg so I can get some fucking sleep." You can't help but groan at how annoying he can be, not interested in babying him while you're in the middle of a fight. You listen anyway, missing the feeling of his warmth yourself and pull your thigh over his, arms finding their way over his neck and pulling his face to rest between your tits - just the way he likes it. And its really not long before the room fills with his silent snores.

In his sleep, he pulls your body flush against his and wraps his muscular arms around your waist, the feeling of skin to skin contact with your partner making you fully forget what the two of you were fighting over to begin with. Reiner stirs in his sleep a bit, cracking an eye open to see if you're still awake and when he sees that you are, he pulls you a bit closer (if it were even possible at this point). He mumbles something under his breath, mouth a bit muffled under the weight of your tits but he can't bring himself to move his face for a minute.

He repeats himself. "'M sorry." And, to be honest, he's got no clue what he's apologizing for by now. The argument was days ago. He's not even sure if he's the one in the wrong. He just can't handle the tension between you guys anymore. Reiner hates fighting with his girl, knows he'll never win against you anyway. He kisses your collarbone a little, an attempt to coax you out of your fit. You giggle, fingernails carding through his soft blond roots. How can you stay mad at your man like this? "You know I forgive you." You smile, kissing his forehead in return.

I just failed a social interaction so bad that I almost left. like holy shit.